I swear and run a hand though my hair. Jace-- Back here. Now. I scan the room for him again before getting ready to teleport to his aura. Before I can though, he crawls out from the back room. Sitting, he looks at me and knows exactly what he's in for.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind